You know, or do you? Ooh, lil' bitch Get no fucks, bout no status My lil' baby, you can't touch it Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah-ah-ah-ah I can't trust it Brand new Zara, ah-ah-ah-ah Y'all still ballin' on a budget Been ballin' chain way too big Ain't no way for me to tuck it, yeah G-Wagon or the Lam' truck Cop both, I said, fuck it Shootin' shots, my shit wetty If the bitch ready, we fuckin' It's been a while, she been turned down Had to get her bitch instructions Use two hands when you suck it Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it Tapped in with my bro-head I seen him, I said, what up Late nights, I'm a vampire I'm stayin' up till sun up Heard the beat, my first thought is I'm bout to beat this the fuck up Talkin' all that tough talk Like, fuck, boy, come run up Real life start like Ringo Real life fly as Gringo Yeah, yeah, yeah, my lingo Yeah, that ain't mean I'm him, no Really, I'm a real life Chico Hit five in a row like bingo She on my line like free throw Do you, yeah, that ain't mean, no Filipino, she from Chico I can't fuck no Uyco She gon' deep throw She gon' make that pussy pop like Clico Pop, pop, pop, with a free-co She wanna party at the casa I said, bring your amigo Get no fucks, bout no status My lil' baby, you can't touch it Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah-ah-ah-ah I can't trust it Brand new Zara-ah-ah-ah-ah Y'all still ballin' on a budget Been ballin' chain way too big Ain't no way for me to tuck it G-Wagon or the Lam' truck, cop both I said, fuck it Shootin' shots, my shit witty If the bitch ready, we fuckin' It's been a while, she been turned down Had to give the bitch instructions Use two hands when you suck it Like a Birkin bag, I see clutch it Ayy, I told her, fuck me, I'll take you out that bucket When you in some good pussy, it feel like you in a oven Nigga, you ain't gangsta, you's a dude, boy, you a puppet You might as well come work for me, go kill a opp, nigga, fuck it We don't like opps, we don't fight opps, stay duckin' It seem like the opps sponsored by Nike, how they run it Make bags back-to-back, Ferraris after that, that's how we bum it We pulled up with a weak bitch, I'm weak to my stomach Ride dirty, you know that Half of the back end blow that I know where the money at, low jack Shoot a gang crazy like Kodak 400 don't play, you should know that Eight figure nigga, you should note that My hoes on a diet, low fat Her hair all hers, no check Get no fucks, bout no status, my lil' baby, you can't touch it Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah, I-I-I can't trust it Brand new Zara, I-I-I, y'all still ballin' on a budget Been ballin' chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it G-Wagon or the Lam truck, cop both, I said fuck it Shootin' shots, my shit witty, if the bitch ready, we fuckin' It's been a while, she been turned down, had to get her bitch instructions Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, I see clutch it